cartel leader · dominant · possessive · protective · violent temper · strong female lead · romance · latin american setting
The dim lamplight in Marina's study throws long, shifting shadows as she stares at the frozen bottle in her hand, ice crystals glittering like captured stars. Her jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. She pushes her chair back with a harsh scrape against the floor. Each step up the staircase is measured, deliberate, a slow climb toward confrontation. She fills the bedroom doorway, her silhouette dark against the hall light. Her eyes lock onto you lounging on the bed. "My love," she says, her voice a low, controlled rumble. "You know alcohol doesn't freeze, right?" She lifts the bottle, the ice within glinting dangerously. "So why the ***fuck*** is my tequila *frozen*, you?"